#flashofyellowlight

[apoapsis]

@flashofyellowlights​ said,

                Her excuse of being out for a sudden call into work seemed to work well enough-- even with his small fit there nothing questioned, nothing suspicious. As unfortunate as it was for her to have to upset him with this disheartening (albeit false) news, it worked in her favor a bit. Her return to the apartment was not only a (hopefully) pleasant surprise, but she brought gifts! "I was worried that my late shopping would leave me with little options, but I think I managed just fine..." With a small chuckle, presented to Sigma with bashful eagerness is a handful of shopping bags.

"Ta-da! Happy Valentine's Day." Several of the bags, while small in size, contained assorted treats such as chocolates and carved fruits-- while one bag in particular was heavy with trinkets such as sizeable geodes, a generic teddy bear and a beautifully designed sun catcher. "I hope it makes up for my little lie this morning."

                  It’s difficult to suppress the sensation of abandonment whenever Angela leaves for work-- although he feels he’s gotten better about it. That is, when he expects it; as understanding and patient as he tries to be, it’s difficult not to want to fly off of the proverbial handle whenever something calls her attention away from him.  SIGMA feels guilty after she leaves, having allowed his frustration to get the better of him and shed tears over the whole thing.

Initially, her return catches him off-guard-- taken aback by the rapidity of which she returns to the apartment. He is, however, confused, by the variety of bags she totes inside and deposits onto the coffee table before him. On one hand, he’s still a little sensitive-- especially when Angela confirms it to have been a lie this entire time... On the other, however.... who doesn’t like gifts...? SIGMA leafs through a couple of the bags with the same tentativeness as a cat, the vinyl bags crinkling softly as his large hand sifts through. Strange-- had there always been this many holidays? Or had he simply never taken time to notice, in his former life? It’s nice to have a second chance, to experience things like this for the first time again.

                   .... Especially with Angela-- regardless of whatever SIEBREN says.

“-- Tch! Well, I suppose I can overlook it...“ He tries to sound mad about it, he really does not appreciate the idea of being lied to-- even if it was under the guise of being a ‘surprise’... Ah, but look how pleased she is with herself... It’d be cruel of him to spoil her mood exclusively because his feelings are a little stung-- he isn’t SIEBREN, after all. He should be grateful that Angela had even considered him at all... “-- Just this once! Only because you are SO sweet!” He adds hastily.

                    A small heart-shaped piece of chocolate is plucked from one of the bags, the foil peeled away via gravity in favor of placing the treat onto his tongue. Ah... so rich! He tries to make a mental note of not gorging himself on sweets too quickly, lest he spoil his appetite for lunch with all of the sugar. “... This is nice! Thank you!“ SIGMA chimes affirmatively as he savors the way the candy melts in his mouth with hardly a need to chew. The adorable little bear finds itself cradled to his stomach as if it were a real animal, the plush, white fur contrasting against his faded black jumpsuit sharply as a large arm sits lazily coiled around it. Really, despite it just being a plastic comfort toy, he loves being able to hold it as tightly as he wanted without fear of harming a real, living thing.

What’s remarkable, is just how excited one man can get over receiving yet another suncatcher when he already owned so many hanging around the apartment as-is.

                  “-- Oh, OH! This one is BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT!�� He cringes a little at his own volume, giving Angela an apologetic smile as the suncatcher is pulled from the bag entirely so that he can inspect it up against the light. Its centerpiece is just a relatively cheap, resin crystal heart-- but it gleams and shimmers with similar properties to glass all the same. “Hm... I think I will put up this one in the bedroom! The space by the balcony is getting a tad crowded... Hehe...! I feel as though if I placed anymore there, we may start signaling ships off of the coast during the day with how bright your living room has become!“

The items are discarded briefly, however, in favor of lifting from his spot on the sofa to lurch towards her, aloft in the air, so that he may hug her. His deceptively massive body collides with hers as if he weighed little more than a pillow as strong arms eagerly ensnare the doctor, shoving his face up against Angela’s as he bumps his nose against hers affectionately-- something typically reserved only for SIEBREN, himself.

                     “... You make me feel so special! Thank you, Miss Angela!“

[chronal-anomaly]

Facetedspades, Flashofyellowlights and Femtaille

All the F blogs

Spread some joy this evening ! || accepting (always tbh)

@facetedspades

Listen nonnie, Col is one of the best writers on this website. They put so much care and attention in all of their characters ( especially Jack, but I might be a little biased there). Their writing is beautiful, and they're willing to indulge my shenanigans. I'm blessed to have the opportunity to talk to them ic and ooc, and to have them in my life. I'm truly blessed to have them as a friend.

@flashofyellowlights

I can't find/don't remember your penname and I'm sorry but!! You have one of the most consistent, well characterised Angela's on the website! You balance the lightness and fun of her personality with her intensity as a doctor so well, and I'm in constant aw of how much time, work, and effort that you take into consideration when you write her. I love all of your aesthetic/musing/ enviroment posts because it adds such a depth to her, and it's clear that you're just so passionate about her. Thank you so much for being here, and being a member of OWRPC.

@femtaille (Round 2 )

Sue is continuing to wound me with her headcanons, musing and music. She manages to wrap up so many different aspects of Widow, Amelie, Moira, Gerard, and the other characters and consideres so closely how they all impact Widow. Sue listens to, and includes the headcanons, of different musees that Widow interacts with, and we've managed to go from a simple battle scene to developing a rich and deep back story that makes it hurt so much more.

[tlacehualli]

🐦

[shouga-nai]

Shimada Genji, survivor of the Strawberry Supreme Pizza: “It is not that bad... you need only get past the flavor, the texture, and the seven stages of grief—”

[dimensionalspades]

@flashofyellowlights said: “Can you- can you just stay with me? Please?”

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. He looked down at her, considering her for a minute. The transport was safe, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't worried about her nevertheless.

. She was injured, her staff was malfunctioning, and the teams were spread out. Sojourn had given an order, he was the closest one able to follow, so here he was.

. He moved to her side again, pulse rifle within reach but not held as he sat down.

. "Alright, doc. I'm not goin anywhere," he replied, voice more gentle. If anything, it was good to have someone watching her, even if it was possible the rest may take umbrage with the old vigilante being the one to do so. Rightly so, they didn't have a lot of reason to trust someone they didn't know. "Anything I can do to help?" He asked, giving her a once-over.

[xynchronicity]

What Is Your Character Arc? | Ft Gabriel

Hero Arc

well done - you did things right. this may seem like a boring answer, but i promise it isn't. you believe in goodness and you believe in doing good, and through everything, you work to keep that goodness. you have seen so much blood, and your instinct is always to stitch. you grew and fought and won, and i'm glad you did, because someone had to. i'm glad you kept believing in the world you were trying to save. you are far braver than most could ever be.

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[faestorian]

first snow

feat. sigma, mercy & mercy's kitten, for @flashofyellowlights

[tlacehualli]

Sombra is trying very, very, very hard not to giggle. "Awww, it's not half-hearted! It's at least...three-quarters-hearted. Seven-eighths-hearted? The hair is cute!"

 “ You have to be doing this on purpose– It’s called symbolism, but thank you for the half-hearted compliment. ”

[heroselect]

Naughty or Nice List

“What tragedy.“ She does not really care.

“Heheheh... oopsie.“

“Ah... that is what one gets for acting dead too long, I suppose...?“

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[buildabuddha]

Do You Survive The Narrative?

yes, yet you cannot go home. it is not home for you anymore.

your hands shake when you pour yourself a cup of tea now, perhaps being a hero isn't what its cracked up to be.

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[apoapsis]

@flashofyellowlights​ said,

              “How long… how long have I been down?”

           Joining OVERWATCH was yet another astronomical inconvenience to him in the perilous journey back to the COLONY-- however, it had been one he had submitted to, himself. It’s a matter of necessity, or so he had told himself... Yet, despite the practicality, he would be remiss to deny the aching sense of attachment that had developed over the course of occupying her residence in such close-quarters. In many ways, SIEBREN isn’t actually as surprised by it, in retrospect; for what it was worth, it greatly paralleled his own strange entanglement with SIGMA-- perhaps it was simply only the very idea of confinement itself that allowed him to form emotional attachments to those around him-- just on a lesser, more comfortable scale. Most importantly, however, this development had occurred relatively independently of SIGMA’S own infatuation with the doctor. In all ways, his tentative relationship with Angela was extremely uncharacteristic of him-- in ways that he hated and in others he now quite cherished simultaneously.

And it’s for this reason alone that SIEBREN had opted to join their mission rosters to assist on the field; not out of obligation or any sense of debt-- rather, he joins for Angela, because he’s seen enough of the aftermath of botched assignments to doubt their efficacy in keeping her safe... and because he loves her.

              Seeing harm come to Angela is something he’s become regrettably accustomed to on the field as a result of this decision-- but he does no less than what he would for SIGMA. This time is no different, although, he did not have the pleasure of catching the culprit this time. Her distress beacon had lead him to find her half-buried beneath debris in the field, initially unconscious.

“... Oh, Angela...“ He sighs wistfully, displacing the rubble piled atop her with a cautious flick of his wrist so that he may collect her. Concrete ruptures and splinters as a short, rudimentary platform is raised so that he doesn’t have to lean over her so heavily as he assesses the worst of her superficial injuries and rifles through his medical kit for fresh bandaging. “... You know, I am beginning to wonder if you do this to yourself, hm...?“ SIEBREN mutters under his breath, absentmindedly speaking to her as he works to keep his own mind preoccupied with the task at hand. Getting angry wouldn’t be very conducive to her survival in this state. “The more often I find you like this, the more damning the evidence-- I think you’re reckless... Tch. How typical of you-- demanding others not to worry yet never taking the effort to place yourself out of harm’s way... stupid bitch.”

                 There’s a twinge of relief when he spies movement out of the corner of his eye-- a flood of it washing over him when he finally hears her voice, albeit weak.

“... No idea-- though, I lost track of you over fifteen minutes ago. I found you approximately eight minutes ago, unconscious. Other than that, I could not say.“ Once satisfied that the bandaging will hold, he gazes down at her where she’d began to sit up-- not making any attempt to deter her, though when Angela proves to be too weak to get up fully, SIEBREN instead opts to pull the combat medic into his arms protectively. Without really thinking about it, the astrophysicist’s head dips forward, brushing the bridge of his nose against Angela’s affectionately as his voice drops to a gravelly murmur.

                 “... You look terrible, Angela-- how are you feeling...? I believe the others are waiting at the extraction point by now-- but if they are not, I will request assistance for you.“

[tlacehualli]

Noticing the pattern of when Sombra would show her face in Angela's office did help her maintain some semblance of sanity. It allowed her to clear her schedule lest the hacker pushes her luck and gets the both of them caught by some passerby or visitor-- and it allows the doctor to have some kind of mental brace for whatever nonsense Sombra brings that day. And tonight was no different, as company was waiting for her in her apartment just like clockwork. What wasn't expected-- nor appreciated by any means-- was the fact Sombra made herself at home again in the worst way possible. The heart-shaped box of chocolates on her counter had been unwrapped, opened, and now being eaten. A bit more silence follows before Angela speaks, seemingly awed by the audacity of this woman. "... Those weren't for you."

She looks up in mock guilt, her lower lip jutting out, and then pointedly grabs another chocolate and bites it in half. The movement is exaggerated to the point of being ludicrous, slow and intentional - and then she cackles and replaces the lid on the box of chocolates, pushing it away.

"It's not my fault you're two minutes late. I got bored." Sombra pops the other half of the chocolate into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. She quirks her head to the side and examines Angela, as if she's running some sort of algorithm on her (which is precisely what's happening). Whatever the result, she makes her decision.

"So, who's the lucky person?" Mischief is the answer, apparently, 'cause she's got her elbows on the counter and she's intently leaning forward to scrutinize every minute change of expression on Angela's face. Like a bored cat playing with their food, with a lot less blood. "Oooh, is it someone I know? Should I be jealous? Guao. I even brought you a flower." She points to the side and she sure did - it's a trio of orchids in pale lavender, dark pink on the inside. Whether that was just to fuck with her or it actually meant something was not something Sombra was particularly analyzing, thank you very much.

[shouga-nai]

@flashofyellowlights​ replied: "You didn't HAVE to eat it." -_-

“But I did, at your recommendation. Having already been introduced to a whole new world of coffee, I figured ‘why not’?”

[dimensionalspades]

@flashofyellowlights said: “I’m sorry! I- I know I fucked up–” (for 76)

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. He'd snapped at her; 'get back, what the hell are you doing here!?' she'd flown in to help, to keep him up and fighting, but she'd been clipped. And, for once, he was the 76 that the rest of the world knew: sharp and unyielding and so very unkind. 'I told you to meet up with the rest of Overwatch, what are you still doing here!?'

. But she was panicked and fumbling and the ire drained from him in a flash. Instead, he shouldered the pulse rifle, the gun laid against his back as he collected her, carefully cradling her as he moved their position to get behind better cover. The biotic canister was on the ground, offering them both a bit of relief.

. Better protected, he flipped the mask away.

. "Take a breather, Angela. I'm sorry- shouldn't have snapped." Hands on her shoulders, gentle as could be, voice level. "It's okay. You were trying to help." He could feel his body trying to knit him back together as he checked her over. "Deep breath. We're going to the north side of the ruin where the rest of Overwatch can cover us. We'll get back to Gibraltar in one piece." He slid the mask back into place.

[xynchronicity]

What shape does your pain take? | Ft. Gabriel

Ghosts

Your pain takes the shape of ghosts, haunting you, always there. No one would believe you if you told them, or understand even if they did. You don't know how to make them go away, or what they want. They just follow you, casting shadows over all you do, being your fears and the embodiment of all you've lost or are afraid of losing. They can't touch you though... Can they?

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[tlacehualli]

Sombra's expression is some cross between judgmental and distressed. "I'll make you food. You don't have to eat that."

“ I want to try the pizza… ”